N: The end of the work day is always a wall, a soft barrier of sorts that I run into. A door that closes. A fear that I’m about to let a locked door shut behind me. That tentative moment where my mind double checks for the car keys. It pushes like a wave that hasn’t crested, but feels more solid. Pulling and pulling at the chain, and it finally breaks, and cuts me free, and that sudden loss of gravity confuses me. And then I get over it and move forward.
